Post by kurai on Dec 26, 2005 10:15:00 GMT -8
Prologue
Her bare feet hit the gravel road in a steady and a heavy rhythm. Pain was shooting through every inch of her body, from the balls of her feet to her long tendrils of black hair but she refused to give in. She refused to let them see tears fall from her cheeks and screams erupt from her raw throat. Especially if he saw her.
A sharp rock dug into the skin of her foot and she let out a cry. Her arms went flailing and her feet tripped over themselves. The girl winced as she heard her jeans rip. Her dark eyes flashed over her shoulder and she let out a sigh of relief when she saw no one behind her. Gingerly she stuck out her leg. A hole had appeared above her kneecap and blood was now staining the edges of the rough material.
“Damnit. Just what I need,” she muttered bitterly to herself.
She brushed a pale hand brushed against her crimson blood but it only caused her to let out another cry of pain. Why did everything have to happen to her? She couldn’t stop the bleeding with a makeshift bandage; it would only get in her way when she was running away. She had wasted enough time already.
“Is my little Belle in pain?” a voice whispered into her ear. The beauty let out a scream of fear and surprise. She tried to turn her head but her captor had his hand wrapped in her dark, glossy locks. “Not so easy my dear,” The man yanked her hair and she let out a cry of pain. With a whimper she arched her neck but she still could not see his face. The horrible face that had haunted both her life and dreams.
She couldn’t see his face, but she knew and could feel his eyes were malicious and were glaring daggers at her. His thin mouth would be curved in a horrible sneer.
She woke with a start, sweat trickling down her alabaster skin. That had been the night when everything had changed. When she had changed for good. A bitter laugh escaped her blood red lips at the memories of her childhood. They weren’t memories that one would like to keep but for some reason Belle clutched to them. They were the whispers of what she had been and what could happen to her if she lost her power. It was how she could know enough to strike her sentimental opponents mind’s weak spot. How pathetic they were and had been.
She pushed her silken sheets away as the beautiful woman moved across the grand room. Her steps were light and had a flowing grace that was almost unearthly. A movement that was unknown to most humans.
A muscular man stood at her door, waiting like a silent and begging puppy. Yes, he had become that after she had dealt with him. After she had changed. Oh, his handsome wasn’t so handsome anymore. No, the man he had been in her dreams and memory was much prettier. Now Damian Cassius was a man that ugly in a way that was hard to understand. He simply was. Damian’s face was constantly contorted and concentrating, his body having too many muscles and his eyes slow and lazy eyed. Perhaps a puffy scar that led from ear, to eye to chin was the cause of it all. The man that had once been admired in the fear was now only feared and even not much as it had been long ago. Belle had changed it.
“Bella—“
He was cut of in an instant, her dark eyes gleaming with malice. A long and perfect scarlet finger nail was trailing down Damian’s face slowly and painfully. As she reached his chin a small trail of blood trickled down his face following her long finger.
“What have I told you Cassius?” her voice was smooth and silky but you couldn’t mistake the coldness it held. “Bella is gone. She is gone forever. My name is Bellaruin,”
He shuddered under her touch but he didn’t move. The punishment would be worse if he ran. “Y-yes Bellaruin. Your guests are waiting,” Their eyes met for a minute but it was enough, it was her warning. “Mistress,”
The acclaimed Bellaruin met this with an air waving her hand carelessly. “They can wait. I have other things to do. Send in the maids—oh and tell them to remember to make my bath cold. Steaming water does nothing for my complexion,”
“B-but. Mistress they’re important. Your deals!”
“It’s so kind you worry for you beautiful mistress,” a hand absently stroked his cheek as she gazed across the room, at something he couldn’t see. “But love, they’ll come back. One way or another,” The reply seemed innocent but there was a threat in there. A threat that no one dared to mess with. “Now shoo. It’s time for me to prepare,”
With a wave of her hand he was gone and her beautiful face looked almost ugly as she smirked and glided across the room. She stopped near a corner where a cherry wood desk had been placed. Quietly Bellaruin took a seat, sweeping her black hair off the floor in the process. Indigo curtains fluttered in front of her from a soundless fan above. With a sigh she swept them aside, tying them to make sure they kept in the place that she wanted. Now that those annoying things were gone she could see.
Now in front of her was mass view. For a while it was simply grass and luxuries that she had but then you could see a large, modern city. The city that she was in charge of despite other beliefs. Her lips curved into a mirthless smile once again. Oh, she would have some fun.
“Ma’am?” a voice called out nervously. Bellaruin didn’t even bother to turn her hand but instead waved her hand carelessly. A young woman scurried in and stood beside her.
“My hair,” Bellaruin instructed, pointed to a silver comb that hadn’t been beside her before. “But watch the points. They hold a surprise,” Her maid’s eyes widened but obeyed. Bellaruin barely felt anything as her hair was styled painfully slow instead she was staring at a crystal bowl that had almost seemed to be conjured. Her brown eyes gazed into the rippling water, searching for something that no one else could see. And then she froze, her face glowing with triumph and a victorious smirk once again playing on her lips. She could feel the woman’s eyes on her and she smiled once again.
“Give me your hand,” Bellaruin commanded. Hesitantly the maid held out a hand in front of her mistress’ face. Bellaruin took the hand lightly and then she squeezed. The beautiful woman’s dark eyes were wild and a cold air surrounded them, wind biting at both of them. The maid didn’t even have time to scream, she was already sprawled lifelessly on the floor.
Bellaruin swept down placing her ears just above the woman’s mouth. There was still breathing—regular breathing at that—satisfied she glanced towards the lady’s eyes. Her once alert, grey eyes were now misty and clouded over. Bellaruin let out another bitter laugh as she gazed once again out the window.
“The time has come to have some fun,”
Her bare feet hit the gravel road in a steady and a heavy rhythm. Pain was shooting through every inch of her body, from the balls of her feet to her long tendrils of black hair but she refused to give in. She refused to let them see tears fall from her cheeks and screams erupt from her raw throat. Especially if he saw her.
A sharp rock dug into the skin of her foot and she let out a cry. Her arms went flailing and her feet tripped over themselves. The girl winced as she heard her jeans rip. Her dark eyes flashed over her shoulder and she let out a sigh of relief when she saw no one behind her. Gingerly she stuck out her leg. A hole had appeared above her kneecap and blood was now staining the edges of the rough material.
“Damnit. Just what I need,” she muttered bitterly to herself.
She brushed a pale hand brushed against her crimson blood but it only caused her to let out another cry of pain. Why did everything have to happen to her? She couldn’t stop the bleeding with a makeshift bandage; it would only get in her way when she was running away. She had wasted enough time already.
“Is my little Belle in pain?” a voice whispered into her ear. The beauty let out a scream of fear and surprise. She tried to turn her head but her captor had his hand wrapped in her dark, glossy locks. “Not so easy my dear,” The man yanked her hair and she let out a cry of pain. With a whimper she arched her neck but she still could not see his face. The horrible face that had haunted both her life and dreams.
She couldn’t see his face, but she knew and could feel his eyes were malicious and were glaring daggers at her. His thin mouth would be curved in a horrible sneer.
She woke with a start, sweat trickling down her alabaster skin. That had been the night when everything had changed. When she had changed for good. A bitter laugh escaped her blood red lips at the memories of her childhood. They weren’t memories that one would like to keep but for some reason Belle clutched to them. They were the whispers of what she had been and what could happen to her if she lost her power. It was how she could know enough to strike her sentimental opponents mind’s weak spot. How pathetic they were and had been.
She pushed her silken sheets away as the beautiful woman moved across the grand room. Her steps were light and had a flowing grace that was almost unearthly. A movement that was unknown to most humans.
A muscular man stood at her door, waiting like a silent and begging puppy. Yes, he had become that after she had dealt with him. After she had changed. Oh, his handsome wasn’t so handsome anymore. No, the man he had been in her dreams and memory was much prettier. Now Damian Cassius was a man that ugly in a way that was hard to understand. He simply was. Damian’s face was constantly contorted and concentrating, his body having too many muscles and his eyes slow and lazy eyed. Perhaps a puffy scar that led from ear, to eye to chin was the cause of it all. The man that had once been admired in the fear was now only feared and even not much as it had been long ago. Belle had changed it.
“Bella—“
He was cut of in an instant, her dark eyes gleaming with malice. A long and perfect scarlet finger nail was trailing down Damian’s face slowly and painfully. As she reached his chin a small trail of blood trickled down his face following her long finger.
“What have I told you Cassius?” her voice was smooth and silky but you couldn’t mistake the coldness it held. “Bella is gone. She is gone forever. My name is Bellaruin,”
He shuddered under her touch but he didn’t move. The punishment would be worse if he ran. “Y-yes Bellaruin. Your guests are waiting,” Their eyes met for a minute but it was enough, it was her warning. “Mistress,”
The acclaimed Bellaruin met this with an air waving her hand carelessly. “They can wait. I have other things to do. Send in the maids—oh and tell them to remember to make my bath cold. Steaming water does nothing for my complexion,”
“B-but. Mistress they’re important. Your deals!”
“It’s so kind you worry for you beautiful mistress,” a hand absently stroked his cheek as she gazed across the room, at something he couldn’t see. “But love, they’ll come back. One way or another,” The reply seemed innocent but there was a threat in there. A threat that no one dared to mess with. “Now shoo. It’s time for me to prepare,”
With a wave of her hand he was gone and her beautiful face looked almost ugly as she smirked and glided across the room. She stopped near a corner where a cherry wood desk had been placed. Quietly Bellaruin took a seat, sweeping her black hair off the floor in the process. Indigo curtains fluttered in front of her from a soundless fan above. With a sigh she swept them aside, tying them to make sure they kept in the place that she wanted. Now that those annoying things were gone she could see.
Now in front of her was mass view. For a while it was simply grass and luxuries that she had but then you could see a large, modern city. The city that she was in charge of despite other beliefs. Her lips curved into a mirthless smile once again. Oh, she would have some fun.
“Ma’am?” a voice called out nervously. Bellaruin didn’t even bother to turn her hand but instead waved her hand carelessly. A young woman scurried in and stood beside her.
“My hair,” Bellaruin instructed, pointed to a silver comb that hadn’t been beside her before. “But watch the points. They hold a surprise,” Her maid’s eyes widened but obeyed. Bellaruin barely felt anything as her hair was styled painfully slow instead she was staring at a crystal bowl that had almost seemed to be conjured. Her brown eyes gazed into the rippling water, searching for something that no one else could see. And then she froze, her face glowing with triumph and a victorious smirk once again playing on her lips. She could feel the woman’s eyes on her and she smiled once again.
“Give me your hand,” Bellaruin commanded. Hesitantly the maid held out a hand in front of her mistress’ face. Bellaruin took the hand lightly and then she squeezed. The beautiful woman’s dark eyes were wild and a cold air surrounded them, wind biting at both of them. The maid didn’t even have time to scream, she was already sprawled lifelessly on the floor.
Bellaruin swept down placing her ears just above the woman’s mouth. There was still breathing—regular breathing at that—satisfied she glanced towards the lady’s eyes. Her once alert, grey eyes were now misty and clouded over. Bellaruin let out another bitter laugh as she gazed once again out the window.
“The time has come to have some fun,”
